Writer's Block: It’s the end of the world

[know_how_u_feel]

[Error: unknown template qotd] I'd have sex then charter a private jet so I could go to St. Louis and say goodbye to my family.

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[onthe-threshold.livejournal.com]

Fair enough.

I'm glad you know your worth.

[know-how-u-feel.livejournal.com]

Don't you? Or was that beat out of you too?

[onthe-threshold.livejournal.com]

I was taught I am better than everyone else, actually.

[know-how-u-feel.livejournal.com]

I don't know that you are. You're a jerk remember? But you are psychic. You have that.

[onthe-threshold.livejournal.com]

I was told, from a very young age, that I represented the next stage in human evolution. The The Übermensch. Superman. Whatever you want to call it.

I am discovering this does not mean I am well adjusted, mind you.

[know-how-u-feel.livejournal.com]

Most of us aren't well adjusted.

[onthe-threshold.livejournal.com]

I am discovering that as well.

...do you like sweets?

[know-how-u-feel.livejournal.com]

*Eyes him suspiciously.* Usually. Why?

[onthe-threshold.livejournal.com]

Well.

I bake. I thought... as an apology, I could make you something.

[know-how-u-feel.livejournal.com]

Really don't think I should take baked goods from the guy that kills people but thanks though.

[onthe-threshold.livejournal.com]

...why not?

[know-how-u-feel.livejournal.com]

...Because you could kill me?

[onthe-threshold.livejournal.com]

But why would I?

[know-how-u-feel.livejournal.com]

How should I know? I think I'm a pleasant enough person but maybe you don't. Maybe you're racist. Maybe you're a misogynist. The point is that I don't know you. I just know you've spent the last 20 years killing people and now you're offering to make my food. It makes me nervous.